isn't it amazing how time flies by us
day to day we see the same person in the mirror
and those around us haven't changed either
but when you look back a year from today
you really see just how much damage or good
365 days
8760 hours
525,600 minutes
or 31,536,000 seconds
can do to a person

I have seen darker times and lived through brighter days
Though today may be pain filled tomorrow will shower me in happiness
I know now that my emotions will trick me into thinking things that aren't the truth
Oh, how I wish I could tell myself this in hindsight
*People who are sad either **** themselves or get over it

it is in moments where I hiccup and anticipate
the fated spider you hold in your hand to cure me

or when someone swears instead of promises
forcing the realization that the two are one in the same
for everyone else but us

and when I put on an old t-shirt that does not
smell of a mix of your cologne and cigarettes

loneliness hits me a year later
while I'm scribbling poems
dripping with your essence

Emotionally vacant, I sit and pretend to be
And like a gloomy shadow your words hover over me

I'm drowning in a sea of regret and hopelessness
I long for the day I'll be able to fix this mess

We can prove to the majority that we were in the right
You know, it's not like I ever really gave up that fight

when people talk about love
and falling so ridiculously, and hopelessly hard for somebody it hurts
a name might come to mind

12 months have passed and you might say
through trial and error one could succeed at erasing that name
when people talk about love
and falling so ridiculously, and hopelessly hard for somebody it hurts

but 12 months is seconds when it comes to feelings
and when you've fallen so hard your heart is bruised
a 12 month bandaid won't fix it

in the moment you were mine and your arms around me confirmed that
but in reality you were hers and i was just a pass time
i shed tears because i remembered our past and thought of what our future could have been
and you looked at me with sad eyes
the eyes of somebody pretending to be torn
of somebody who had already made their choice
we shared a cigarette and stared at the rain clouds
and I wondered what you thought of when you looked at me